#scrolling on my phone to occupy my brain for a second

[thatwitchrevan]

I'm not on the internet bc I don't have a life or need to be constantly entertained I literally spend car rides thinking and daydreaming and my idea of fun is making shit and organizing and being outside. I just have adhd and chronic fatigue and need to be able to do something interesting when i have no focus or energy to do something which is a lot of the time. I swear I am doing everything in my ability. Thanks 🙏

[backfliips]

As someone who admittedly has attention issues of my own, I think it's important to talk about how attention is a skill that can be learned and often requires conscious and focused effort to build. I think a lot of people despair over the current state of media --- short-form algorithm-driven content that is built to snare and lure and diminish people's attention spans for profit --- and while that despair is certainly built off of legitimate concerns, I want to stress that the damage being done is not irreversible.

Over the course of the COVID-19 lockdowns I fried my brain so intensely with tik toks and instagram reels that I was getting bored 2 seconds into a 5 second video and was finding myself scrolling so quickly that I wasn't even watching anymore. I was lethargic and unhappy and though my mood was definitely simultaneously impacted by the hovering doom of COVID-19 and living in complete isolation for months at a time (I don't recommend that, BTW), I found myself losing passion for the things I loved doing: drawing, reading, and writing. I felt miserable and useless and incredibly guilty for leaving my productive and fulfilling hobbies behind while I chased... not even happiness. Just something to occupy my brain and turn it into mush.

As time passed I realized that I wasn't even having fun on tik tok anymore. I'd see funny videos and get a rush of endorphins, and then the next second I would have completely forgotten what I just watched. I was refreshing social media pages to see numbers I didn't even care about. Everything was an endless loop of swapping between different apps, just time passing and passing and my attention span dipping lower and lower until I would go for days without feeling any sense of joy or accomplishment.

And this was most definitely aided by the fact that I was unemployed and stuck in a terrible worldwide epidemic, but as soon as I deleted the tik tok app and put harsh time limits on instagram (15 minutes a day, which I rationed compulsively) I suddenly wanted to draw again. I started reading books again. I started writing and spending time outside and getting inspiration from the world around me.

Now, years later, I work with teenagers whose lives are dictated by their phones. My coworkers often lament the state of the world today --- which, again, is a valid stance to have --- but in the few months after my workplace implemented a no phones policy, I watched disengaged students bounce back to productivity. Instead of scrolling during lectures they paid attention and asked questions and engaged their peers in conversation. During lunch they played board games and talked to each other. Students even told me about how they didn't even want to go on their phones when they got home from school!

It isn't perfect, and I'm not advocating for a world devoid of phones, but I just want to highlight that these neural pathways can be built and exercised. People's brains are resilient and fascinating and much stronger and more adaptable than many people are willing to give them credit for.

I've expanded my time limits across more apps on my phone, setting days where I can't even access social media at all from my phone, and in that short period of time I've found myself far more engaged with the world around me. I've been zipping my phone up in a bag instead of keeping it in my pocket, adding a step to access it, and I've found that that alone is keeping me from using it to a huge degree. I'll toss my phone across the room when I find myself on it when I don't have any reason to be scrolling. And it's helping!

My main message here is that it's never too late to focus on your focus. Change and improvement doesn't happen until you make an effort on your own.

[baby-yongbok]

Sunday

Dom!Hyunjin x Dom!Han x Sub!Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, Pretty damn filthy 🌶️

Word Count: 4,688

Summary: Sunday can either be calm and relaxing or wild and fun. This weekend things take more of a spicy turn.

Warnings: Hyunsung action (mxm), unprotected sex (Wrap it up), dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting, creampie, anal sex, hand jobs, double penetration, slight orgasm denial, rough sex, Slight on screen aftercare, pet names, Reader is called a slut or twice, Han is mostly referred to as Jisung or Ji, Hyunjin is called Hyune and Jin. (Sorry if I missed anything, 99% sure this is all)

A/N: With all of the content that's been coming out and seeing Hyunjin and Han be silly with each other I started thinking... The rest is history. How my brain took them being cute and silly and turned it into pure filth idk.. (Sorry if you find mistakes, I only read over it once.)

✨Masterlist✨

The nights in the house were either quiet or rowdy, no in-between. Hyunjin and Jisung were without a doubt the louder ones tonight, playing video games and ordering food seemed to be a common weekend pass time for the boys. With both of them working early mornings and late nights preparing for this year's last comeback they looked forward to their rare free weekends to binge YouTube videos and game to their heart's content. 

You usually spend the weekends differently. You often occupied your time by reading books, painting, baking, watching a show and sometimes you even joined the boys while they fought each other in whatever game they’ve chosen for the night. Tonight you decided to do something different, you sat in your shared bedroom scrolling on your phone, headphones in and the lights dim. It's been hours since you’ve seen the boys, three to be exact. After dinner they cleaned up, gave you a kiss and went right to the sitting room to play. Despite your lonesome you found yourself feeling content, what better way to spend your Sunday night than listening to naughty audios and scrolling down Tumblr?

"Babe?" The sound of Jisung’s voice breaking through the moaning of your audio startles you. You look up to find him leaning against the doorframe. "Why are you in the dark?"

Grinning a bit you lower the volume of the audio you’re listening to and sit up. You try your best not to make the horny flush of your cheeks too obvious. Jisung is super observant and will notice the smallest change no matter how hard you try to hide it. "It's not dark, I just dimmed the lights a bit. Besides, I thought you and Jinnie were pouring yourself into a duos match."

"He got a call from Chan and had to take it, something about a wardrobe change." Stalking towards you slowly, Jisung furrows his brows. "I thought I'd find you reading or dancing to music, not scrolling on your phone in the dark." 

You pull your lips into a thin line opting to stay silent rather than coming up with some ludicrous excuse. What are you going to say?  'I'm actually just listening to a porn audio and scrolling through some smut on Tumblr.' No. You’re not saying that. Not in a Million years. You can understand why he’s so confused though, you’re usually up and busy when the boys come to find you around the house. It’s unusual for you to be doing nothing.

A quizzical look dampens Jisung's features as he quickly grabs your phone, ripping your earbuds away from you. "Ji! Stop it."

What was supposed to be a playful initiation turned into something so much darker once his eyes landed on your screen. A gif of a girl being fingered was front and center, and to make matters worse the moaning blaring from your headphones added a bit of spice to the situation. 

Licking his lips and turning towards you, Jisung grins menacingly. "Is this why you're all alone here? You were being a slut?" 

The horny blush that you were trying to hide seconds ago deepens and your mouth goes dry as you wrack your brain for a response but none of them seem to want to leave your parted lips. "All you have to do is ask, you know I can never say no to you." Tossing your phone onto the mattress, Jisung swiftly grabs your ankles and pulls you down onto your back, he positions himself in between your legs. He parts your knees and pins them to the mattress, holding you in place for him. Your lounge outfit of panties and one of his T-shirts was perfect for the easy access that this situation required. 

"Look at this, you're soaking through your panties, dove." Running a single finger up and down your covered core, Jisung teases you slowly. You can’t help but to shiver each time the pad of his finger caresses your swollen clit. 

"Ji?" Hyunjin curiously makes his way to the room but stops dead in his tracks once he gets a glimpse of what's going on. "Without me?" 

"It seems that we have a very naughty girl here listening to porn while we’re away. What should we do with her?" 

Hyunjin’s eyes darken instantly, his gaze lands on your desperate one before trailing down your plush curves and stopping at your dripping core. If looks could kill you’d be fucking dead. The hungry look in Hyunjin’s eyes never fails to intimidate you in the most thrilling way possible. 

"Oh really?" He takes a couple of steps into the room, strolling towards the two of you at a torturous pace. “I think that we should play with her, if our angel wants to be naughty then who are we to stop her?”

Jisung watches as you attempt to press your thighs together at Hyunjin’s suggestion. He keeps them open, grinning up at you with dark eyes." Grab her phone, check out what she's been indulging in." Without a hint of hesitation Hyunjin walks closer and makes his way around the bed. He grabs your phone, unlocking it with ease since you all know each other's passwords.

"Ah, so our shy little slut wants to be fingered? Let me not stop you, Ji." Crawling onto the bed and over to you, Hyunjin instructs you to sit up so that he can position himself behind you. You settle between his legs and now Hyunjin has a perfect view of Jisung and your dripping core. Moving your panties to the side, Jisung teases your folds painfully slow. He dips his finger into your entrance, inching in at tiny intervals before pulling out completely. The hours of porn that you’ve both listened to and watched has proven to be more than enough foreplay based on how swollen you are. Even the feeling of the cool air hitting your core sends a shiver up your spine.

"She's soaked, Hyune." You tilt your head back to look at Hyunjin, he stares down at your blown pupils with interest and amusement. There’s nothing that he loves more than watching you be fucked out and desperate for the two of them. 

"Did you get wet thinking of us coming in here and doing everything that you were listening to? You wanted us to wreck you?" You nod your head sheepishly and Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at you "Speak up, angel. You know we love hearing your pretty voice."

"I was thinking about the two of you touching me." Hyunjin gently brushes his knuckles over your cheek before he snakes his hands down to your breast and kneads it harshly. 

"What did you imagine me doing?” He stares down at you expectantly, waiting patiently for you to reply. Your tongue feels dry and heavy in your mouth but you drag it across your lips anyway as you prepare to answer him.

“I imagined you fucking my pussy.” You can feel Hyunjin’s cock twitch beneath you as he pinches your nipple. You buck your hips as much as you can against Jisung's grip, grinding into nothing. 

“Yeah? What about Ji?”

“I imagined him fucking my ass.”

“Is your tight little hole ready for that? Do you need his fingers first?" Without hesitation you nod your head. Your mouth is agape as you wait for their next move, eager to take all that they’ll give you. Hyunjin looks over to Jisung as he toys with your breast through your shirt, Jisung’s lip is sunken into his bottom lip as his eyes flick back and forth between your dripping core and Hyunjin’s hands. They exchange glances and you gasp as Jisung suddenly sinks his finger into your heat. Your eyes roll back and a whimper escapes you as you grind into his touch. Jisung curls his finger inside you as he picks up the pace a bit. Your pussy gushes around his fingers as Hyunjin hikes up your shirt to reveal your full breast and hard nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, smirking a bit when you groan at the sensitivity.  

"We wanna hear you louder baby, don't be shy." You allow your jaw to hang open at his request, letting out a deep and loud moan. You arch your back into Hyunjin, turning your face so that your cheek is pressing against the bulge in his shorts. "She's being so obedient today. She must’ve really worked herself up.”

Hyunjin lifts your head for a second so that he can free his aching cock from the confines of his shorts. Your attention shifts once you feel the warmth of him against your cheek. You open your mouth instinctively, craving the weight of him on your tongue.

"Let’s see if she can keep being this good." Jisung presses your legs into the mattress before moving both of his hands away. “Stay still, Jagi.”

You mumble out a small ‘okay’ and seconds later you feel the warmth of Jisung's mouth on your pussy. He adds another finger to your stretched hole as he laps at your clit like a starved man. Louder moans and pants escape you but you’re quickly silenced by the length of Hyunjin’s cock breaching your parted lips. You lick over to soft skin earning a light groan from the man above you. He watches with furrowed eyes as you struggle to take his length down your throat. Your tongue swirls around his tip, collecting his leaking arousal and letting it run down your chin, you know just how he likes it, messy and wet. 

“Fuck, angel, is Ji making you feel good?” Hyunjin looks down at your other partner as he works his tongue over your pussy, he bites his lip as they make eye contact, a low moan leaving the both of you. 

"So good, I’m so close." Hyunjin and Jisung exchange silent signals once again and before you know it all of the pleasure that you were previously feeling is ripped away from you. You whimper at the loss of contact, pulling away from Hyunjin's dick once Jisung pulls away from your core.

"I don’t remember giving her permission to cum. I don’t think you did either, did you Jin?" Jisung asks with a cocky grin as he licks the taste of you off of his lips and unties his sweatpants strings. 

"I didn’t, were you going to cum, princess? Without our permission?" 

“N-no I wasn’t I promise. I’m still being so good for you, promise.” You whine as you sit up, looking between the two of them. Hyunjin lazily strokes his cock, spreading your slick spit over the tip and sighing at the sensation. Jisung, stands from the end of the bed, circling around to be closer to the both of you. He starts to strip himself of his sweatpants, as his eyes flicker between yours and Hyunjin’s. 

“Why don’t you get on your knees and show us how good you can be, yeah? After that we’ll see if you can cum.” You take a deep breath, your whole body trembling as you crawl off of the bed and get down on your knees, you look up at them with pleading fucked out eyes and they can’t help but to smirk at each other at the sight. 

“So good for us.” Jisung steps out of the pooled fabric of his sweatpants and you open your mouth at the sight of his cock.  Hyunjin has a longer dick than Jisung but he beats Hyunjin when it comes to girth, either way they're both a mouth full, taking their pretty cocks down your throat has become somewhat of an addiction for you. You find yourself staying up late and waiting for them just to have a taste and help rid them of their pent up stress. “Go ahead, baby.”

Jisung stares down at you with a gaze full of lust and adoration as you lean forward to take his length down your throat. He moans as you start to move your head back and forth, your tongue flickers against the head of his cock and he throws his head back in pure bliss as you swallow around him. You look up at him with watery doe eyes as you deep throat him, choking a bit. 

"Look at you take that cock so well." Hyunjin compliments as he stands next to Jisung, looking down at you with a pleased smirk. He grabs a handful of your hair and starts to control your movements, slowing down and speeding up in a rhythm that Jisung seems to enjoy. 

"Fuck." He breathed out as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, you choke around him again, tears running down your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his length. 

Once he’s satisfied Hyunjin lets go of your hair and turns his attention to his boyfriend whose eyebrows are knitted together as he pants from the intense pleasure.  He runs his hand up the back of his neck and tangles his fingers in his hair, snapping Jisung back to reality. He opens his eyes for a second before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Hyunjin’s lips. A desperate twin growl erupts from their throats as they taste each other. A moan vibrates from your throat as you watch intently, enjoying the show as you bring a hand to Han’s cock to stroke what you can’t take down your mouth. Your boyfriend seems to copy you, he reaches over towards Hyunjin’s cock, wrapping his hand around it and stroking slowly. Hyunjin breaks the kiss at the new sensation, moaning loudly and looking down to the source of pleasure.

"Get Jinnie’s dick wet, baby." You pull back from Jisung’s cock slowly, releasing it with a dramatic ‘pop’ that the boy's smile at.

“Having fun?” Jisung asks and you smile up at both of them and shake your head. 

The smile on Hyunjin’s face is quickly transformed when he feels the warmth of your mouth. A deep groan escapes him as take his entire length down your throat and swallow around him, you bob your head slowly, adjusting the pace to his preference. Jisung likes when you suck him off fast and choke around him while Hyunjin likes when you take your time. 

“Oh angel, that fucking throat is a dream.” 

Once Hyunjin starts to adjust to the euphoric feeling that you’re providing he reaches over to stroke Jisung’s cock using the spit that's left behind from your mouth. "Fuck, Hyune you know you're good at that."

“Kiss me, Ji.” He quickly complies, leaning over and attaching their lips in a heated kiss while Jisung's hand rests on the back of your head encouraging you to take all of your boyfriend's cock. Hyunjin moans into Jisung's mouth when you swallow around him again. Han presses against your head slightly, holding you in place and plugging your throat with Hyunjin’s dick, tears run down your face as you feel your cheeks begin to burn from the lack of oxygen. He finally lets up when you gag around his cock, you pull back, taking a deep breath and filling your burning lungs with oxygen. Spit drips down your chin as you pant with your tongue out like an eager puppy. Jisung suddenly breaks the kiss and squats down next to you gripping Hyunjin’s cock in his hand.

"Suck him off with me." Jisung's focuses his gaze on the man above him as he opens his mouth and sucks on the tip of Hyunjin’s member. He teases him slightly, taking him into his mouth inch by inch before bobbing his head. He made sure to leave enough room for you to suck and lick Hyunjin’s balls, something that made the man weak every time without fail. 

"Fuck, you two are gonna make me cum." You both look up at Hyunjin, your twin fucked out pupils twinkling with lust and desire as your tongues run over his most sensitive spots. He nearly loses it at the sight, he's a sucker for good head and eye contact and you both know it. "Touch yourselves while you suck me off."

You moan in response, Jisung's hand instantly reaches over to rub your clit and follow his action, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him at a steady pace. Your shared moans filling the room nearly mimicked a medieval choir, each the noises erupting from your throats displayed their own pitch of pleasure, you each fed off of each other's energy, pushing and pulling as you pleased. Jisung takes his boyfriend's cock down his throat one more time before releasing it, mimicking the ‘pop’ that you did earlier and earning a faint chuckle from you. He gives your ass a firm slap before standing.

"What do you say we fuck this pretty girl, yeah?" They both look down at you tantalizingly before Hyunjin gently pulls you up by your hair. "You wanna be filled, angel?" 

"Yes please, I want to feel you both." With a groan of a  response Hyunjin takes a step back and sits on the edge of the bed. He holds his hand out towards you, inviting you to straddle his waist. You excitedly climb onto him, attaching your lips immediately and melting into a sweet kiss as you both wait for Han. Just as you two start to get more into your make-out Jisung comes up behind you and kneads the plush of your waist and ass softly. 

“Ready?” You whimper out a small ‘yes’ against Hyunjin’s lips before you start kissing him again. With your word Jisung smears a glob of warm lube onto your asshole, he circles your second entrance lightly as he preps you. He slides his pointer finger into your puckered hole slowly, your greedy hole allows his finger to glide in with ease. He thrusts into you a few times before adding another finger and fucking you a bit deeper and rougher. Moans vibrate through you as you pull away from the kiss, You throw your head back as you grind into his fingers, rubbing your sopping cunt against the length of Hyunjin’s cock in the process. He moans along with you as he takes in the view of your beautifully contorted face above him. 

"I think this ass is ready for my cock." Jisung states before slapping your right ass cheek firmly, you yelp at the sensation and he smoothly rubs the sting away. "Do you agree, Jagi?" 

"Yeah yeah, I’m so ready." They take your fucked out response as their queue to position themselves. Jisung rubs the head of his cock at the entrance of your asshole before slowly pushing in. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream at the stretch of him. He pushes in slowly to allow you time to adjust to the feeling. It doesn’t take him long to bottom out, your hole is always so ready to swallow his cock.  

“J-ji you’re so b-big” You can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your comment. He sighs at how tight you are around him, trying his best to keep his hips still. 

“Hyune, please get inside of her. She’s impossibly tight.” Hyunjin acts quickly at Jisung’s request, sliding into your dripping cunt easily with the help of the various forms of slick. You all moan in tandem at the tight squeeze, you can’t help but to clench around them making it even more difficult for the boy’s to control themselves. 

"Fuck, I can feel you inside of her, Hyune" 

"I can feel you too, this pussy is squeezing me so good." You all stay still for a bit, getting used to the cock warming before you start to fuck. You all know that this’ll end quickly but the longer that you can last the better. It’s usually you who ends up cumming first and if you’re being honest you can see that being the case today too. Once you’re all adjusted to the tight squeeze they start to move in sync. 

“Holy Shit, she’s fucking creaming on us. You feel that good, baby?” You’re way too fucked out to give Jisung an actual answer. You nod the best you can before leaning forward and resting your head in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck giving him a front row seat to the pornographic moans falling from your lips. 

“Of course she feels good.” Hyunjin grunts as he bottoms out inside of you at the same time as Jisung. The boys moan in unison at the feeling of their cocks dragging along your walls together. “You know our princess loves to be stuffed full of us.”

“You like how full our cocks make you feel?” Jisung reaches forward and grabs a handful of your hair, he yanks your head back a lot rougher than you expected. The harsh sting makes your holes clench, milking a moan from the both of them. “How about we fuck you like a slut, huh?”

Han snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back into your head. When Hyunjin matches his action your jaw hangs open and your tongue lulls out of your mouth. There are so many sounds trying to escape from you but you’ll have to settle with a silent scream for now. They fuck up into you at an animalistic pace, rocking you against Hyunjin's pelvis and stimulating your clit in the process. You can’t even find it in you to move anymore, you’re simply a cock sleeve existing for their please at this point.

“Aw, she gave up.” Jisung lets go of your hair with a cocky chuckle, You let your head fall and rest against Hyunjin's chest as you cry out for them.

“D-don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, I wanna cum on your cocks. Please please please. Fuck.” Hyunjin can’t help but to bite his lip at your desperate babbling. It was only a matter of time before you fell apart. 

“I think our angel earned an orgasm. Don’t you, Ji?”

“She’s been so fucking good, so fucking tight, so perfect. I think she earned it.” Jisung throws his head back as your walls start to vigorously contract around them.

"Go ahead, princess" Hyunjin prompts through gritted teeth. 

“Cum for us.” Jisung groans and you let go for them immediately. You can’t help but to scream at the over stimulation as they both continue to fuck into your trembling walls. Just as your first orgasm starts to subside you feel another one forming deep in your belly.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, again. I-i’m gonna cum again.” Hyunjin wraps his hands around your throat, pressing gently at the sides and using your neck as leverage to pound into you. Whimpers fall from you as you near the edge of completion once again, it isn’t long before similar sounds start to fall from your boyfriend's lips.  

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna bust, Ji.”

“Me too, me fucking too.”

"Cum with us, angel." They both began to twitch inside of you more and more as their orgasms rushed to the forefront. “Make a fucking mess, come on.” Hyunjin grunts as his thrusts become more sloppy. 

 You contract around them over and over, trying your best to milk orgasms out of all of you. “Baby, baby, baby. If you keep doing that I’m gonna - Gonna fucking -”

“I’m cumming.” Jisung is cut off by Hyunjin's deep moan as he spills thick ropes of cum inside of you. Whines fall from his lips at the feeling of the overstimulation. Hyunjin never likes to pull out until both him and Jisung have finished, he’ll fuck you for another thirty minutes just waiting for him too cum too.  “My god, Ji- Jisung, I can feel you. Please cum for us, fuck.” 

Hyunjin’s pleading seems to throw you and your boyfriend over the edge at the same time. Han grabs your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh as he pulls you against him. The warm feeling of his seed flooding you mixed with Hyunjin’s moaning and whining has you trembling between them as streams of arousal squirt from your swollen cunt. The warm arousal pools at Hyunjin’s pelvis and runs down his hips creating a puddle beneath him.

Jisung hunches over leaning against your back for support as he comes down from his high. Panting fills the room as the smell of sex and sweat swirls through the air.

 "Fucking hell." Hyunjin groans out followed by a short chuckle, you smile against his chest and you can feel Jisung doing the same against your back. 

"Everyone okay?" You hum out a dazed yes and Hyunjin does the same.

“You okay, Sungie?” You slur and he hums out a yes as he lifts his head from your back.

He’s the first to make a move since he’s behind you. He slides out of you slowly and you can’t help but to moan at the sensitivity. Jisung winces once he’s free from your hole, he strokes his softening cock slowly as he watches his seed leak out of your gaping hole. You reach back and spread your cheeks for him, giving him the perfect view.

“Goddamn.” He hisses as he stuffs his cum back into you with two fingers. “You’re gonna make me hard again if you don’t stop it.”

You chuckle as you sit up, grinding down a bit into Hyunjin and earning a sharp hiss from him. He grabs your hips firmly, keeping you in place with his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Angel, please wait a second. Just a second.” You nod, making sure to keep yourself as still as possible. 

Your plan fails when Jisung comes up behind you, trailing kisses from your cheek to your neck and whispering into your ear. "You did amazing, baby.”

“Jisung so help me god.”

“What?

“You’re making her pussy squeeze me. She’s literally filled with my cum she’s so tight that I could bust just from breathing.” You chuckle a bit but you’re quickly stopped when Hyunjin’s nails dig into the tender flesh of your sides. “Fuck it, go ahead, get off.”

You climb off of your sensitive boyfriend at a moderate speed, not too fast and not too slow, but that doesn’t seem to help him much from the way that he curses under his breath. Though he’s sensitive he doesn’t let that stop him from sitting up on his elbows to watch his cum drip from your cunt. 

“Lemme see, angel. Spread your pussy for me.” You lean back, hooking your legs over your arms and spreading your pussy lips to give him a clear view. “So fucking hot, princess. Such a beautiful site.” 

The two take a second to calm down, panting softly until their breathing evens out. Once they’re calm enough they both search for their pants and start to get dressed. 

"I'll get the wet cloth." Hyunjin runs his hands through his hair and stretches his neck before starting to head out of the room.

"I'll get drinks and snacks." Jisung ties his sweatpants strings before turning to following Hyunjin

"I'll get -" You’re cut off by playful yet warning looks from your boyfriends.

"You'll do nothing but wait for us to get back and think of what movie you wanna watch" Jisung smiles as you nod at him.

“Relax okay? We’ll be right back.”

"You were a good fuck today, Ji." Hyunjin comments before turning into the bathroom.  Jisung leans on the bathroom door frame as his boyfriend soaks the cloth in warm  water and grabs some baby wipes.

"Yeah?  Thanks, I've actually been dying to have you in my mouth all day." 

"I'll return the favor later, probably once she’s sleeping." Hyunjin rings the cloth out and grabs the wipes before making his way over to Jisung. He leans in and catches Han’s lips with his quickly, giving him a sweet peck.

"Speaking of, we better hurry before she knocks out." Jisung turns to make his way towards the kitchen and grab your favorite aftercare refreshments.

“Oh she’s already gone, I just know it.”

[ellabsprincess]

Vi love your boobas! She will kiss them, lick them, suck them, sleep on them, everything!

When she’s come home from a long day, she just wants your boobs in her mouth! And you’ll be laying on the couch just talking to her about your day while she sucks<3

anon yes omfg get out of my brain!! <3 vi definitely has an oral fixation and loves to keep herself occupied with your tits in her mouth.

𝐕𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, mdni, cute little smutty drabble, tit sucking, nipple play, sexual themes, vi being needy

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @dropsofs4turn @hehatesmati @zethd @im-jinxs-trinket

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

the tune of your favorite song blasts through your ears, your headphones blocking out the sound of any other unimportant disturbances. you move your head to the beat subconsciously, not even aware that you were moving and dancing while seated on your couch. you were scrolling through some app on your phone, nothing better to do than to burn time while you waited for your girlfriend to get home from work.

little did you know, she had just entered your shared apartment, and was standing back in the doorway, just admiring you so perfectly lost in your own little world. vi lived for little domestic moments like this, and she loved to come home to you blissful and upbeat.

not wanting to scare you, she slowly walks in front of the couch to be in your field of vision in your field of vision. the second you see her, your eyes light up in excitement and you fling yourself from the couch, not caring that your phone falls to the floor with a distinct clunk.

"vi! you're home! i didn't even hear you come in!" you squeal excitedly, running into her open arms.

"yeah cupcake, i'm home. missed you baby," it was a rough day for her at work, but she didn't want to think about that. not when she had her favorite person in her arms.

"c'mon, lets relax on the couch cupcake, didn't mean to interrupt you,"

...

your headphones and phone sat abandoned on the coffee table, your top and bra tossed aimlessly and recklessly to the floor.

your bottoms were left on, but nothing adorned your chest besides your necklaces and a series of wet hickeys across your neck and breasts.

your chest rose and fell with each breath and word expelled from your mouth, blabbering on about your day. you were detailed, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. as you described your eventful grocery spree or that morning, slurping and sucking sounds echo in the room, sourced from vi's lips enclosed around your tit, her hand pinching and teasing your other nipple. her spit and drool was all over your chest, but you couldn't care less. not when she looked so perfectly angelic and ethereal, her puppy dog eyes looking up at you ever so often to assure you she was listening while she lazily sucked and worshiped your tits.

the activity wasn't even foreplay for the both of you anymore, it became more of a peaceful daily ritual. sure, it was sexual, but it was more calming. it grounded vi after a tough day, and gave you time to rant to her and expel all your pent-up negative emotions from the day. it was beautiful and domestic more than anything.

vi lets out an occasional mhm, or quiet moan around your nipples as you recount the adventures of just that day, showing her agreement to your arguments with others, and getting lost in a hazy fog as she relaxes more than she's even been able to before.

eventually your fingers find their way to her hair, playing with the spiky ends and massaging her scalp. your nails scratch into her head, causing goosebumps to run down her body like insects crawling across her skin. she shivers a bit, but relishes in the pleasure of your hands.

she may come across as intimidating, overly dominant and even stubborn, but really, she just needs to be babied. she loves when she can be vulnerable with you, worship your body and play out all her desires while you pat her head and praise her for how good she makes you feel.

after at least an hour of vi curing her oral fixation with your beautiful chest in her mouth, you eat a quick dinner, haphazardly get ready for bed, and climb under the covers together, her head making it back to your chest once more. as you breathe softly, drifting off into the depths of your own mind, vi can only smile, as she herself falls asleep, close to your heart, the place she wishes to live forever.

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summery: a dinner with your girlfriends coworkers goes wrong 📞

warnings: angst, fluffy ending

notes: i love them sm:(

a few years ago your family had decided to go on a trip to new york, during that trip you met two girls who at the time you didn't know would absolutely change your life . for the three months you were in new york you saw them every day, you would go to their houses or go downtown with them, they'd take you shopping or bring you to fancy restaurants

now years later you lived in an apartment with them, when you met them you didn't know but they were both daughters of two rich and famous business men, Jerry Anderson a brain surgeon and Joel Miller a lawyer, meaning they had a lot of money . they bought a two floor flat just for you, just so you could stay with them

'we're going out to dinner tonight with a couple of our coworkers okay?' ellie said as she typed away on her computer, you sat on your shared bed scrolling on your phone, abby was beside you reading a book, her glasses on the tip of her nose . 'yeah okay' you mumbled, the truth is you didn't want to go, their coworkers always were mean to you, making jokes about how you were just a gold digger

the afternoon went on and soon enough it was time for dinner, once you arrived at the restaurant you sat down in the chair in-between them, ellie put her hand on your thigh, stroking it, everyone was talking except you, you didn't actually know any of the people there so you couldn't make any conversation, as you sat in the uncomfortable chair . you heard someone make a rude joke about how'd you'd leave your girlfriends if they're sales went down

the man laughed at his own joke as ellie and abby sat there in shock, you felt tears start to well up in your eyes and you quickly excused yourself from the table, you walked into the bathroom and locked yourself in, you didn't understand why they were so mean, was it because you were younger? you didn't know or care, all you wanted was some respect from them

you flinched as you heard a knock on the door, 'occupied' you shouted, 'baby open up it's us' you heard abby's voice, you sniffled and unlocked the door, they both came in and shut the door behind them, abby pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping her arms around you, ellie hugged you from behind, kissing your neck, a couple seconds later they both pulled away

abby cupped your cheek and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips . ellie snaked her arms around your waist and rested her head in your shoulder, 'you know we love you right?' abby whispered, you nodded and mumbled a quiet 'yeah', 'don't listen to what they say, we know you would never do that' ellie chimed in from behind you

she gave your neck once last kiss before abby opened the door, you all walked out of a the bathroom and went back the the table, you almost sat back down but you saw abby and Ellie take they're jackets from the chairs, 'we're heading out' abby announced, the man that made the cruel joke laughed, ellie rolled her eyes as she slipped her jacket on, 'shut the fuck up oh my god' she grabbed her bag and started to walk out the door

you and abby follwed her out, you got to the car and abby opened the back door for you, you put on your seatbelt as ellie started the car, abby sat in the passengers seat, she turned around to look at you, 'are you okay' she questioned, you nodded your head, 'yeah I just wanna sleep'

once you got home you took off your shoes and they did too, you all changed into some more comfortable clothes and laid in bed, you were comfortably sandwiched in the middle of them . 'i love you guys' you sleepily mumbled, they chuckled and abby stroked your back, 'we love you too angel' she said

you soon fell asleep, completely forgetting about the previous events of that night

[disassociation-daydreams]

Secret Admirer - Dave York x F!Reader

A/N: Not only is this my first time ever writing fanfiction, but also the first time I've written anything in general, not counting essays in college? But I've had this idea rolling around my head the past few days and felt the need to get it written down. Shoutout to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for being so supportive and an amazing human being overall! I definitely would not have typed this out or posted it if it wasn't for you <3

Sorry if this hurts you the way it hurt me! Idk why my brain did this.

Summary: Dave is meant to be watching a target, but instead he ends up paying more attention to you.

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Word Count: 3,010

Tags and Warnings: allusion to murder, allusion to violence, possessiveness, stalking, obsession, age gap, pervy Dave, pining Dave, allusion to drug addiction at end, mention of alcohol, slight voyeurism, mention of hospital stay, mention of suicide (only to cover up for Dave being a murderer), angst (I think that's it? My first time ever doing warnings)

He was meant to be watching a new target; noting the time of day he’d get home (Wednesdays and Thursdays a few hours later than the other days of the week), his habits (smoking a joint and passing out on his couch before he even made it to his bed), and anything else the piece of shit did that was noteworthy. And to be fair, he was watching him… but he was also watching her.

Her, whose windows he could see right into as he watched from the dark apartment in the building adjacent to theirs. Her, who just happened to have the apartment in direct view of his vantage point. Her, who was one door down from his target. He was trying to be discreet when he chose an apartment diagonal from his current prey; he hadn’t meant for it to turn into a distraction.

He hadn’t meant to watch her as well; he had never been the type to voyeur, to invade an innocent person’s privacy for his own enjoyment (that was saved only for the guilty). But her curtains were always wide open, both her living room and bedroom lit up from lamps until she turned them out, a tv until she was tired of watching in one room, shutting it off and then the other illuminating the space in the next, or even her phone as she stared down at it in her bed. 

He hadn’t meant to watch, but he also couldn’t stop. 

From evening to the early hours of the morning, his attention was hers. Her apartment was cozy, filled with soft blankets, books littering multiple surfaces, mugs of coffee (or maybe tea?) all over the place, and a cat tower in each room sometimes occupied with a small, white cat that she fawned over when she arrived home between 6:15 and 6:25 PM every weekday. She had a seemingly normal schedule for a 25 year old (he knew her age from research he had done for strictly professional reasons). He would be gone by the time she woke up each day, but based on her clothing that she stripped out of as soon as she got home each night and the information he could find online, she seemed to have the typical 9-5 schedule that accompanied a boring office job. 

Her schedule seemed monotonous on those days: come home, greet her cat, shower and change into a large t-shirt and panties (his second favorite part of her routine), make dinner for her and said cat, then collapse into bed. Sometimes she would scroll through her phone or pick up a book for a few hours with the tv on the opposite wall brightening up the space slightly, until she fell asleep around 10:00 PM (this was his favorite part of her routine). For hours after that, when she (and the target) were both sound asleep, he could watch her without feeling so guilty for doing so. He could watch the way her body tossed and turned a few times for the first couple hours until she settled into her REM sleep. He could watch the slow and steady rise of her breasts, the peaceful look on her face with her full lips slightly parted, the way her arms never seemed to get comfortable while she slept, sometimes clutching a pillow to her chest or sometimes rising above her head as if her wrists were pinned in place (fuck, he wants to do that to her, encase her small wrists in one of his palms and hold her arms still while the rest of her body writhed and squirmed underneath him). He wishes he could watch her when she wakes up, see the way her soft and pliant body stretches, memorize her morning routine so he could imagine himself in more parts of her life. He can’t risk it though; can’t risk the morning light illuminating where he and his camera sit perched, can’t risk falling asleep in this spot as exhaustion from being up all night overcomes his body, can’t risk getting a glimpse into more parts of her life and falling more in love than he already has. 

So, he takes what he can get. He sits there and watches her (and him; yes, the target still exists) for a few weeks, her weekday routine monotonous, but her weekends not so much. She came home later on those days, usually a little past midnight, sometimes only a little earlier. She never brought anyone home with her, her makeup was always perfectly in-tact, and she never seemed the slightest bit tipsy, her footsteps steady but also lighter as if she had a song stuck in her head from earlier in the night that she was still dancing to. He had come to the conclusion that she was out with friends after the first two nights of this routine. Or at least he hoped for his sake and the other party’s. He had no right to feel possessive over her, to feel like he had a claim to her body and her heart, and he knew this rationally… but that didn’t stop him from wanting to break the wrist of any possible suitor that laid a hand on her waist, to punch any mouth that could have landed on her soft skin until the face beneath his fist would be unrecognizable. She wasn’t his, but that didn’t stop him.

Her routine was predictable for the most part, even on those weekend nights where the time she was coming home varied. It was predictable until it wasn’t. It was predictable until one Saturday night she didn’t make it home (big deal, she probably crashed at a friends, right?). It was predictable until she still wasn’t home Sunday night and he saw her cat pacing around in anxiety and probably hunger. It was predictable until he watched another girl her age enter the apartment Monday night, feed the cat and pet it, then pack some clothes and other items into a bag before leaving and locking up the apartment again. The routine became predictable again, but not with his girl. Instead, he watched this random girl stroll in at the same time for four days, feed the cat and spend time with it on her couch for an hour, and then leave, just to repeat the next day. 

It took less than two days of that routine for him to cave and figure out where she was; Boston Medical Center, been there since the Saturday she stopped coming home, discharge date undetermined and reason for her admittance not given. He could’ve dived deeper, threatened the life of her nurse or doctor for more information, hacked into the hospital’s medical records, and he was about to be at that point, until she returned home on Friday with the same random girl from the past four nights helping her inside. 

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Dave York was not a good man and never could be considered one. He stalked, tortured, murdered; some for money and others for pleasure. His dreams, not nightmares, were full of vengeance against the people he deemed guilty and felt he should bring justice to. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he had a nightmare, not sure there was anything left in this shithole of a world that could scare him… until this. He had lost count of the amount of people he had drained life from, but at this moment he had never wanted to kill anyone more even though had no idea who his victim was. He was sure that when he made it home in the morning that he would be fighting against sleep because every time he blinked, all he could see was this version of you behind his eyelids. You, his soft, angelic girl with the cute, white cat and the predictable routine. You, who was now limping through your house, a large black boot on your right foot, bruises scattered up your plush thighs, disappearing under your clothes until they reappeared around your neck in the shape of handprints. You, who usually had a soft smile gracing your lips, but whose face now winced in pain from the light your friend just turned on that beamed directly into your black-eye. 

Dave was sure he was looking into the camera still, but he couldn’t see you anymore. In fact, he couldn’t see anything at all, anything except the color red.

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You don’t remember when you first noticed it, the feeling that you were being watched. You don’t even know if you are, nothing ever confirming your suspicions, you just had this feeling. This feeling that there were almost always eyes burning holes into the side of your face, or the back of your neck depending on which way your body was turned. The feeling wasn’t always there, in fact you only felt it for a few hours a day, from the moment you came home until you fell asleep. By the morning, it was gone and you wouldn’t think anything of it, moving on with your usual routine. 

It should have scared you, should have creeped you out. You could’ve closed your curtains, could have told someone and tried to check it out, but you hadn’t. For one, you didn’t want people to think you were paranoid, and secondly, the gaze never seemed predatory. In fact, you often felt protected, endeared, even revered… which may sound crazier than the idea that someone was watching you if you ever told anyone that.

You had an idea of where the feeling was coming from, somewhere in the building next to yours, but you never searched the windows to figure out who, mostly because you weren’t entirely sure you’d want them to stop like they probably would if they were caught. So, you went on with your routine, always feeling their gaze at night and never paying it in any mind. You had almost completely forgotten about it at this point, after being away from home for so many nights in that god-forsaken hospital bed. It had been the furthest thing from your mind, the least of your concerns after what you had endured and the pain that was still wracking your body. But, you felt it again now, as you sat on the edge of your bed, trying not to cry anymore than you had been, not sure if the tears would even come anymore. You felt their gaze peering into the side of your head, watching you.

Had they noticed your absence? Did they wonder where you had gone, why someone else was in your apartment every night, why your body was now littered in bruises? Did they care? You didn’t even know if they existed, but that didn’t stop you. It didn’t stop you from walking over to the desk in your living room, pulling out a piece of paper and a sharpie, and scribbling onto it before limping over to the window to tape your message for whoever was watching to see, on the off chance that they did care, or even existed.

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“I’M OKAY”

That’s all that was written, in large, black letters, on a piece of white paper that he watched you tape to your window. He should have felt more worried than he was, about the fact that you knew he was there, even if you didn’t know who he was. He didn’t know how long you had felt him there or why you felt the need to reassure him right now, all he knew is that he felt more angry than before. Angry at shitty societal standards that made you feel like you needed to act okay in a moment like this. Angry at himself for not being there to protect you from whoever thought it was a good idea to lay a hand on what was his. Angry at this person that he was going to find and torture until all the bruises and breaks in their body matched the ones they had left on yours. He was going to let this anger consume him until he saw the light go out of their eyes, until he saw it return to yours.

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Your routine became monotonous again, after a few more days of resting at home. The bruises were starting to fade along with the pain, although the boot would remain around your broken ankle for another few weeks. You were back at work the Monday after coming home, not able to justify to your corporate shit-head bosses that you needed more time off. The days seemed to be dragging on for longer, exhaustion overwhelming your healing body to the point that you were collapsing into your bed within an hour of getting home each day. By Wednesday evening, after a longer than usual wait for the metro, you might as well have been dead to the world around you, people and buildings blurring together, the sounds of the city sounding like white noise in your ears, until you arrived outside your apartment door and your eyes focused in on the bouquet of peonies sitting on the ground. 

Putting your key in the lock and pushing the door open behind the vase of flowers, you quickly bent down to pick them up while making sure not to spill anything out of your work bag in the process. After setting everything else on the floor by your couch, you placed the vase of your favorite flowers on the coffee table in front of it, the setting sun outside your window casting the room in a soft-orange glow, partially impeded by the “I’M OKAY” sign still taped to the window.

Taking a few more moments to get comfortable, your booted foot lifted up to rest next to the vase and Toast, your furry companion, begging for attention in your lap, you reached over to pluck the small card from in between some of the flowers.

Inside, in slightly messy and what could only be described as a man’s handwriting, a short message was written:

“Glad you’re okay, the other person isn't. They’ve been handled.”

It should have scared you for multiple reasons. One, the fact that someone is watching you was now confirmed, and two, they’ve alluded to doing another person harm.

It should have scared you, but it didn’t. You’ve never felt more safe.

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Dave watches you as you walk in with the flowers, as you pull out his card and read the short and possibly terrifying message he left inside. He watches as the first genuine smile he’s seen on your face since you disappeared on him graces your lips and gets his heart beating rapidly in his chest. You were smiling because of him, you weren’t scared of what he had written and what he alluded to doing. He had brought a smile to your face and he would be damned if he ever let it fall again.

Only a few minutes after watching you read his message, his eyes followed you as you took down your previous sign from the living window and replace it with a new one.

“THANK YOU 🖤” ______________________________________________________________

One week after that, the job Dave was originally watching for had been handled. He couldn’t justify it anymore, already taking weeks longer than he usually would just so he could prolong watching you every night, and hemorrhaging money on the weekly rent he was paying to use this apartment for his stake-out. On the last night of the job, he watched you with an alertness like never before, keeping his blinking to a minimum so he could commit each and every single part of your life and your being to memory. He stayed past the sunrise the next morning so he could finally witness your morning routine that he had fantasized about, giving himself one more piece of your life that he could imagine himself fitting into, in another life.

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You stopped feeling like someone was watching you. It happened suddenly, one night it was there and the next it wasn’t. It wasn’t there the night after either, or the one after that. Your mind couldn’t decide between being more worried that something had happened to them or that you would never get to feel their gaze upon you again. 

Paramedics had been in your building the night after the feeling had disappeared, entering the apartment next to yours and leaving with someone in a body bag. You weren't sure if the two were connected, but wouldn't be surprised if they were, even if your building super informed everyone that your neighbor's death had been ruled a suicide.

After a week without your secret admirer, you closed the curtains. ______________________________________________________________

He did his best to stay away, to not give into the temptation that was the sight of you. It was like trying to break an addiction, one that he didn’t want to get rid of but needed to. He could only imagine the havoc you would wreak on his being if he ever had the balls to approach you in person; you would utterly destroy him, ruin his heart and soul for anybody else. After a week of withdrawals that made him even more snappy and impatient at work, and cravings for your smile and light that were starting to blur in his memory, he gave in. 

He gave the building super an excuse that he had left something in the apartment and would be out in a few minutes. After grabbing the key and sprinting up the stairs to the seventh floor, he slowed down his pace, trying to get his bearings and calm his racing heart rate before it exploded out of his chest. 

Finally, he turned the key in the lock, pushed the door open, and strolled up to the window adjacent to yours. But, instead of the usual sight that greeted him, his pretty girl going about her life, he saw nothing.

You had closed the curtains.

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〚 Summary - Nat's quick to look after her girlfriend when she comes home from her mission. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 530 〛

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Natasha tapped her fingers rhythmically against the kitchen table as she casually scrolled on her phone - she was looking at nothing, simply just trying to keep her mind occupied as she waited for Wanda to return home. 

The clock on the wall seemed to tick slower with every passing second, and but finally the front door creaked open, signalling her arrival. 

Natasha put her phone down and looked up to see Wanda stepping inside, her usual confident stride replaced by a sluggish shuffle. She couldn't help but notice the telltale signs something was up - the flushed cheeks, the tired eyes, and the faint, but unmistakable, sniffles they were all evidence of her taxing mission. 

“Darling, I’m home.” She croaked, her voice distinctly distorted as she kicked off her heavy boots, feeling the weight of her exhausted looming over her. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Natasha murmured softly, coming over to press a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead, “You don’t sound too good, what’s going on love? How was the mission?” 

Wanda leaned into the gentle kiss, her body yearning for the comfort Natasha provided before allowing the red head to lead her into the kitchen where she poured her a glass of water. 

“It was okay, thank you,” The witch mumbled as she gratefully accepted the cool water, “I’m okay, just tired. I think I might've caught a little something out there." 

Natasha’s brow crinkled as the Wanda sniffled, "Awh I’m sorry darling," She gently brushed a strand of hair away from Wanda's face. "Let me take a look at you?” 

Wanda managed a weak smile, "You worry too much.” She mumbled, turning away to stifle a cough into her shoulder 

Natasha chuckled softly, her fingers moving to feel Wanda's forehead. "Well, it's my job to worry about you." She paused, then continued, “You’re a little warm, now how do you actually feel?” 

“Mm’fine, just achy.” She admitted, rubbing the edge of her sleeve under her nose, “and a little sniffly.” 

She always had a habit of downplaying how she felt - Natasha knew this so she wasted no time trying to get her to feel better. “Alright, let's get you comfortable," she said, guiding Wanda to the living room. "You need some rest." 

Wanda reluctantly settled onto the couch, bundling herself up in the soft blanket which had been draped over it, “I'll rest later," she protested weakly, but her body seemed to have other ideas as she let out a tired yawn, “I have important work stuff to finish.” 

“We both know you’re not going to be awake long enough to finish it baby.” Nat chuckled softly as she came to sit beside her, smiling as her girlfriend let her tired head fall against her shoulder, “I’ll help you with your work in the morning, okay? You just sleep for now love.” 

Wanda couldn't argue with that, feeling the exhaustion seeping into her bones. She nestled into Natasha's shoulder; her eyes heavy with weariness. "Okay." she whispered; her voice now even softer than before. 

Natasha gently stroked Wanda's hair, her heart aching for her girlfriend. "Shh, just rest, my love," She cooed soothingly, “I'll be right here with you." 

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[yingren]

ren doesn’t like being told what to do — or more accurately, he doesn’t like being bossed around. ki doesn’t exactly boss him around, but when he tells him to drink, there’s a certain tone to it — gentle yet firm, kind but insistent. ren suspects it’s just a polite way of telling him to shut up, which he can appreciate. it’s funny, in a way. amusing. interesting, at the very least. maybe one day, he’ll get to see ki’s face twisted with real anger. now that would be something. or maybe that’s just his exhausted, half-functioning, horny brain talking. because ren is craving something, and it sure as hell isn’t whatever sits in his glass, diluted with a perfect sphere of ice, tasting like yesterday’s regrets liquefied. no, he wants something richer, something forbidden. iron and flesh. something warm. something that can match the pounding headaches and violent mood swings. something he can pry from ki’s hands and make his own. still, he does as he’s told, reaching for the glass, watching the ice shift and clink against the edges before tilting it back. he takes a sip. then another. half the drink disappears down his throat in one go.

❝ why thank you for your kind forgiveness, my lord. ❞ he rolls his eyes as he speaks, but there’s a small grin tugging at his lips, amusement cutting through the exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. two hours. ki says he’ll be done in two hours. more than enough time for ren to finish this drink — and a few more. not that it’ll get him drunk. his tolerance is too damn high for that, and while he enjoys the luxury of having more money than he could ever need in this world, he’s not about to waste it all on overpriced drinks that are mostly ice. still, he does it sometimes. for entertainment. for an excuse to keep ki talking to him. for a reason to sit here and watch as ki moves behind the bar, his gaze shamelessly lingering on those undeniably pretty hands. yeah, something is definitely on his mind, and it’s not the drinks or the stupid succulent that ki just managed to breathe some life back into. fuck.

❝ i’ll be in the back at my usual table. be a good boy and come fetch me when you’re done then. ❞ with his coat draped over one arm and his drink in the other, ren pushes himself off the barstool, offering ki a lazy two-finger salute before turning his back and making his way through the tables to the one he usually occupies. it’s, as he mentioned, in the back — not exactly secluded, but far enough from the other patrons that he doesn’t have to worry about random conversations interrupting his solitude. time moves fast when he’s busy, slow when he’s waiting for something, and it never seems to pass quickly enough when he’s trying to will hours to fly by. apparently, it moves even slower when he’s waiting for ki. every so often, his eyes drift from the dull screen of his phone, catching a glimpse of ki behind the bar before returning to his mindless scrolling, the chatter from nearby tables fading into the background. maybe he should’ve arrived later, then he wouldn’t have to wait. but then again, at least he has something to distract him while he’s here — even if that means staring at the guy he’s waiting for from across the room until his shift is over.

❝ done already ? ❞ says the idiot that has been staring across the room for two hours straight the second ki makes his way over. ❝ hey, do you get a lot of people flirting with you here ? just curious. ❞  

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[mythicalhuman]

Luca and Lukas meet for the first time

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It was the kind of afternoon where sunlight scattered like confetti across the cobblestone paths, the air filled with the hum of spring and the trickling of the campus fountain. Lukas Schneider lounged lazily on a stone bench beside it, one earbud dangling, the other feeding his brain an aggressive remix that had no business sounding as good as it did. He tapped his phone with rhythmic precision, legs sprawled like he owned the entire quad. Stacked bracelets jangled on his arm, catching the sun as much as his copper-tinted hair did.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, scrolling through audio files, “remix idea: replace violin solo with kazoo—bold, dangerous… genius.”

Color and chaos seemed to orbit Lukas naturally—until a different kind of chaos approached.Luca Moretti, arms full and face full of annoyance. He looked like a bakery student who’d been dropped into a botanical maze—purple beanie slipping over his forehead, a pastry box balanced on his hip, notebook tucked under one arm, and two iced coffees sweating in his hands. His scowl deepened as he scanned the courtyard, looking for salvation.

“Why is every damn table in this school either covered in pollen or couples?” Luca hissed under his breath.

And there it was. The only shaded bench left. Occupied, of course, by the embodiment of musical disaster himself.

“You’re blocking the only shady bench,” he said flatly.

Lukas didn’t look up. “You’re blocking my sunlight aura.”

Luca blinked. “Wow. First time I’ve heard someone say something dumber than a cupcake in soup.”

That got Lukas’ attention. He looked up with a grin that practically twinkled. “Well, first time I’ve been insulted by someone holding two iced coffees like a caffeinated cryptid.”

They stared for a second—two strangers sizing each other up like rival protagonists in a sitcom pilot.

“I need to sit,” Luca announced.

“I need drama,” Lukas replied, scooting over with a flourish. “Let’s both win.”

With a sigh, Luca sat carefully, placing the pastry box like a border between them. Lukas eyed it with unabashed curiosity.

“What’s that?” he asked. “Bribe for friendship?”

“Peace offering for not launching you into the fountain.”

Lukas gave a satisfied hum. “I like you already.”

A beat of quiet passed, punctuated by birdsong and the faint bassline still whispering from Lukas’ earbuds.

“So…” Lukas said, tilting his head, “what’s your thing? You give bakery-boy vibes. Like you whisper to croissants or something.”

“Pastry Club,” Luca replied, sipping one of his iced coffees. “And no. I whisper to cake. Croissants are divas.”

Lukas chuckled. “Pastry Club, huh? I’m Music Club. I make noise. You make fluff.”

“I make edible art. You blast dubstep at 9 a.m.”

“Guilty.”

The two sat in mutual judgment—and accidental comfort. An unlikely rhythm was starting to form, as if sarcasm were its own language.

Lukas gestured toward the pastry box. “…You gonna share that or keep hoarding it like pastry gold?”

Luca arched a brow. “…Do you even deserve a cinnamon cream bun?”

“Probably not. But if you give me one, I’ll consider writing a theme song about your eyebrows.”

Luca pretended to weigh his options. “Fine. But you better rhyme something with ‘perfectly arched.’”

He opened the box and handed over a still-warm, cinnamon-dusted masterpiece. Lukas bit in—and his entire soul paused.

“Holy crap,” he whispered, eyes wide. “You just baked me into emotional submission.”

Luca smirked. “Welcome to the Moretti effect.”

For a while, they simply sat—two boys from wildly different worlds, side by side in the garden. The late afternoon light turned everything gold, the breeze soft, the silence not awkward anymore but easy.

“You’re not bad, Bakery Boy,” Lukas said, his voice quieter now.

Luca didn’t look at him as he smirked. “Don’t get attached, Music Man.”

But neither of them moved.

And deep down, both of them knew—

This was only the beginning.

[drafty-castle]

I’ve taken up knitting and crocheting and sewing and spinning (wool, not bike) to try to cut down on my phone addiction. My hands need something to do or else I start skin picking and reaching for the phone. By brain needs something to occupy it, so I put on a podcast or audiobook (not the tv, because I need to be able to watch my hands currently), which I figure is similar enough to the stories told around the bonfire/hearth back in the day to count as historically adequate.

Am I good at any of these hobbies? Not really. Not yet. I’m still new and - at least for knitting - have mostly been using the same skein of yarn to make as long as scarf as possible before screwing up and taking it apart and starting over. I’m mostly just practicing the hand motions over and over (and over and over) to set the muscle memory. The one thing I’ve sewn so far I ended up having to completely take apart multiple times as I sewed in arms inside out or gussets upside down.

But that’s not the point. Repetition, practice, is what makes someone good at something and I’ll eventually get there. But the reason this works for me where other “distraction” techniques have not is that I can see a daily skill increase and/or my time spent ends with a tangible object created by my own hand. Something I can touch and see and point to and go “Aha! I made that!”

And the nice thing about fiber crafts is it can be as expensive or as cheap as you want it to be. Starting off, you don’t need more than the basics - a sewing needle, thread, and cloth for sewing; a pair of knitting needles and yarn for knitting; a crochet hook and yarn for crocheting; a drop spindle and wool for spinning (you can actually make one out of a #2 pencil, a rubber band, and an old CD). None of this is expensive to start off with. Most can be found at a thrift/second hand store - though probably not the drop spindle.

I’ve literally practiced knitting with a pair of chopsticks and some parachord because that’s what I had on hand while sitting in my car outside the ER. I sat in the viewing room at the funeral home after my mom died hemming the skirt I planned to wear at the funeral the next day just so I had something to do with my hands and focus on that wasn’t my phone, a little bag of notions at my feet. I used a pre-cut square of quilting cotton to make a heating bag full of rice for my migraines.

My point is, if you’re taking baby steps on breaking up with your phone, starting a new walking habit may be too much and not provide anything tangible to show for it. If you’re completely burnt out and doom scrolling is your response to the stresses of the world, fober crafts might be a better coping mechanism. With practice it relies on mostly muscle memory, you don’t have to be up on your feet after a full days work, and you can feel the pride of achievement when creating something with your own hands - something missing in much of our society.

Other options if you do want to move about: gardening, walking, adopting a stretch of your neighborhood and picking up trash/litter, cooking, singing, bird watching.

I wish it was easier to talk about mobile phone addiction without sounding like a boomer

[fallingintolove]

I cant find my thoughts

My brain is consumed with the 30 seconds scrolls that i am addicted to on my phone. my phone follows me everywhere, to the bathroom, grocery shopping, late nights when i cant sleep, and sometimes even during the bleakest moments of my life. i feel like i am escaping life every time i have it in my hands, my mind is blocked, and my thoughts are lost. the only thing present is the constant doom content absorption which leads to nothing but a deadly rot of the brain.

I am forgetting words mid sentence, i have forgotten how to imagine, i have stopped being curious. because my mind is occupied 24/7 with some or the other type of media, be it music, a podcast, some short form videos or just photos with unfunny memes. my brain has become an amalgamation of data that i cant remember. there is no space for my thoughts, there is no intent while thinking. I fear i will slowly wither away with the phone. lose my potential, or worse fail at everything i am dreaming of.

I can write a lot about how this 'brain rot' is getting imposed on us through clever and manipulative UX that the tech giants are coming up with, but that is something i can only rant about. that is something i cant change. the only thing left for me is to: recover.

recover form this wave of media sensationalisation and get back to being an intelligent, curious individual competent enough to become something and bring some sort of change. because if not, it is not just a dark phase, it will become the start of a life full of failures.

[dangerous-disposition]

Oooo number 30 for Steddie, please and thank you!

Aaaah thank you for sending me one of these!! Please have this little Modern!AU type moment based based very vaguely off of my experience waiting for my tires to be changed at Costco last week. 30. "Can I sit here? All the other tables are full."

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Eddie jumped as a hand came between him and his notebook and he looked up into the face of the hottest guy he had ever seen. He blinked up into his hazel eyes for several seconds while Iron Maiden crooned in his ears, already imagining the white-picket-fence with the stranger. Then the man cringed a bit and waved awkwardly.

"Oh, shit," Eddie said, probably too loudly, as he took one of his earbuds out. "What's up?"

"Can I sit here?" the guy asked, gesturing to the empty bench across from Eddie. Then he looked around and added, "All the other tables are full."

Eddie glanced around the little food court and it was indeed busy. Every single table was occupied, though Eddie did raise an eyebrow at just how many single-occupant-tables the guy passed just to get to his.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead," Eddie said, popping his earbud back in and going back to his notebook. If Eddie paused his music so he could hear if the dude tried to get his attention again, that was his business.

The guy sat down gratefully and immediately pulled out his own cellphone and earbuds. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie saw the man fiddling with his phone and earbuds, before he sighed heavily and put the earbuds away.

Taking his earbud out again, Eddie asked, "Something wrong?"

The man jumped and looked over at him, a blush starting to stain his cheeks. "No, nothing just the stupid adapter for my headphones is busted apparently," the guy said, then added with a wry grin, "I just get to listen to the beautiful soundtrack of a warehouse for the next hour and a half."

"What's got you stuck here for that long?" Eddie asked.

"Getting my tires changed," he replied, looking down at his phone. "What are you sitting around here for?"

"It's the cheapest air-conditioned joint to loiter in for a few hours. Can't beat a buck for a hot dog," Eddie replied with a smirk.

The guy laughed and Eddie decided he really liked the sound of it. "Anyway, didn't mean to bother you. I'll leave you alone now," he said after a bit, glancing shyly up at Eddie through his lashes as he idly texted someone.

"Not a bother at all," Eddie insisted and added, "I'm Eddie, by the way."

"Eddie," the guy repeated, as if testing how his name felt. Then he smiled as it passed whatever test and said, "I'm Steve."

"Well, Steve, I have an extra earbud if you want to listen to music with me," Eddie offered, and Steve glanced down at his outfit skeptically.

"I don't think we listen to the same music," Steve said teasingly.

"That wasn't a no, though. And maybe you'll learn to like a few new things," Eddie pointed out, and Steve rolled his eyes a bit and accepted the earbud.

Wiping it off on the bottom hem of his shirt quickly, Steve said, "I haven't shared earbuds with someone like this since high school."

"Exciting, isn't it?" Eddie said as he started scrolling through his playlists.

"Just don't play anything with a lot of screaming," Steve said, grimacing when Eddie looked up at him with just his eyes. "Please," he added awkwardly.

"No problem, Stevie," Eddie said with an easy smile, and he put on the playlist he made of metal music specifically for his best friend Chrissy.

The two of them spent the next hour listening to and talking about music, with Steve adding several songs to his own playlist, until Steve got the call that his car was ready. As Steve started to gather his things, he leveled a thoughtful look at Eddie.

"Hey, this was fun. Do you want to hang out sometime?" Steve asked, and Eddie's eyes widened a bit. Steve seemed to second guess himself and shook his head. "Actually, nevermind, forget I said anything."

"Yes! Yeah, I'd- yes, let's hang out," Eddie babbled as his brain reconnected. "Are you busy right now?" he asked before he could stop himself, and internally he fantasized about a hole opening up beneath him. Way to sound overeager, weirdo.

But Steve just turned a pretty shade of pink and smiled, glancing away. "I've got work in a couple hours, but here's my number," he said, sliding a napkin across the table and Eddie stared at it.

"When did you write this?" he asked, a bit dazed as he looked back up at Steve. Now the man was smirking. Oh, Eddie had thought he was the one being smooth the whole time.

"Before I even walked over," he admitted easily before returning Eddie's earbud and standing up.

"Is your headphone adapter even broken?" Eddie asked, his own face hot enough with his blush to cook an egg.

"Oh, it's absolutely broken," Steve laughed, reassuring him only a little bit. Then he pointed at the napkin. "Text me?"

And then he was walking away, leaving Eddie alone at the table to grin stupidly down at the napkin. Steve probably hadn't even made it to the tire center before Eddie sent his text.

This was so silly but aaaaaaah I hope you like it!!! These are fun, send me more?

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[moonexyue]

Falling asleep on their shoulders on a train || Genshin Men X GN Reader

modern au

warnings: none, no proof read

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao, zhongli

Albedo : He didn't realise at first that you were asleep on his shoulder. He was too occupied to notice. Scrolling through the documents on his laptop, he suddenly felt a weight on one of his shoulder. He looked to his side to see you, peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. He looked at you for a whole minute, deciding whether to move or not. But well, you looked so peaceful that he didn't want to wake you up. He looked at his laptop, sighed, and turned it off, carefully. He took his phone out to lower the ringtone just in case it rings and wakes you up. He lowered himself to make it comfortable for you and gazed at the scenario through the glass window on the opposite side, taking in the silence between you two.

Childe : He was going through his phone that he felt a weight on one of his shoulders. He looked to the side to notice you, in deep sleep. He was planning to wake you up but he noticed your little snores, which would be a lie if he says he didn't find it cute. Letting you sleep on his shoulder, he kept scrolling through his phone. The next station arrived as the sound of the announcement woke you up. Oh dear, how embarrassing, you thought. Before you could say anything, he gave you his phone, "You can keep be the apology for later, can I have your number before you get off the train?"

Diluc : As there were no seats available, he was standing while talking on his phone about some work. As he was speaking, he felt a weight pushing him forward. He thought it was someone trying to break through the crowd, so he looked at his side. You were hardly trying to balance your very self as you leaned on to his shoulder, in deep sleep. Diluc stiffened at the contact. He tried to wake you up but the movement caused while waking you up, made you lean even closer to him while resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately tried to cage you so you wouldn't fall, which, apparently looked like he was hugging you. Embarrassed would be very least compared to what Diluc was feeling at that moment. Poor man, he even thought what if you wake up and think he is a pervert. The voice on the ongoing call kept calling his name. He took his phone close to his lips as he whispered, "Adelinde, can you inform others that I'll be late for the meeting? I can't get down on the next station, apparently."

Kaeya : Kaeya, himself, was leaning back onto the seat while trying to take a small nap. Last night's hangover and all didn't really give him enough time to sleep and, here he was, taking a small nap on a train. Kaeya is a light sleeper, so when he felt a weight on one of his shoulder, he was quick to react. Kaeya stared at your figure leaning dearly on his shoulder in deep slumber. He thought to wake you up but hesitated to disturb your peaceful sleep. So, Kaeya, out of no choice, decided to take a nap too. It will also be much better if you wake up and see him asleep, that way you will be less embarrassed, he thought. Well, you woke up to missing your station.

Kazuha : Kazuha was reading a book, full of poems. He did realise that beside him on the seat, there was a person who was in deep slumber, you. Kazuha and you were both strangers but also not. You both used to get on the same train and get off the same train, together. A relationship where you both met each other every single day but never talked to. Kazuha was reading the poems that he noticed something. Beside you two, there was a third person on your side. Slowly, you were leaning on their shoulder in deep slumber. Well, Kazuha wouldn't have bothered much till the stranger you were leaning onto started to wrap their arm around your sleeping figure. Oh dear, the way Kazuha glared at the stranger was enough haunting to them for few nights while going to bathroom alone. Kazuha coughed, eyeing the stranger as he gestured with his fingers 'they're with me'. The stranger was quick to remove his arms around your figure while Kazuha inched closer to you, carefully making you lean on his shoulder instead. He slowly removed some hair stances on your eyes, and layed his head onto your head lightly, reading his book, as you both waited for the next station.

Scaramouche : Scaramouche wasn't having it. You were sleeping on his shoulder for the past thirty minutes. He seriously wanted to wake you up and he actually did, just to get no response from you. He stared straight, facing the opposite side of the train. He looked so pissed that he even made a child on the train cry from his glare. Giving up, he sighed. He was going to get off on the next station. The next station arrived, he was about to get up while not really caring about your sleeping figure leaning on him, that he noticed something. A stranger on the opposite side of the train, facing you both, as he stared creepily at your figure. Oh dear, the moment the stranger realized they were getting stared at by someone, only to meet Scaramouche's typical death glare, they were so close to wet themselves. Scaramouche didn't stop though. He kept glaring at the stranger as if they were nothing but a piece of dirt. Which ended up with the stranger getting down on the current station even though their station was after few. Scaramouche stayed, not feeling assured that you'll be safe in your deep slumber, missing his station. You woke up after a while, to find a purple haired man looking at you with such disappointment which made you apologize not only at that moment, but, the rest of the journey.

Thoma : It was busy and crowdy on the train. Thoma stood straight with plastic bags filled with stuffs hanging on his arms as he hold you still while you laid your head on his chest being in deep slumber. You both knew each other since you both stayed nearby, barely interacting than just a 'good morning' & 'good evening'. How you ended up like this starts like this, you were standing on the train as you gave your seat to an old lady since there were no seats available. You were pretty exhausted, sleepy, every single word which is the opposite of relaxed. Thoma, being on the same train, took notice of your figure slowly dozing off to sleep. Well, you would have hit your nose or so if he didn't dash in front of you to carefully make you lean on him. Thoma stayed like this for a few minutes till the next station arrived and the crowd got off, leaving enough seats. Thoma, being the gentleman he is, carefully made your sleeping figure sit while taking a seat beside you. Carefully inching closer, making your head lean on his shoulder, he relaxed his strained muscles he got while standing for long enough. Do accept his invitation for dinner at his house after you wake up and instead of accepting your apology he throws this invitation <3

Xiao : Oh please, he is so stiff at the contact as you were laying your head on his shoulder, taking a trip to dreamland. First of all, Xiao doesn't even know who you are. He saw you for the first time on this train. Seeing your packed bag, he assumed you were visiting someone in another city, but, where does you sleeping on his shoulder part came from? He is, not at all, moving. Staring straight on the empty seats in front of him, he's just wishing for you to wake up. Of course, he won't wake you up, if he really did then he won't miss his station which was literally the last one the train stopped at. He didn't know how to move. Bonus, you kept snuggling unconsciously on his shoulder because, it was comfy✨. You woke up to missing your station, which was apparently the second last station in the list. The train all empty, and mind you, you woke up to the Ticket Examiner calling you up since it was the last station and all passengers have gotten down except you two, you and Xiao. You looked at the guy beside you who had a frown on his face as he crossed his arm looking down not saying a word. 'Tsk' was all you heard. Well don't worry, you both took another train, this time, you were fully awake.

Zhongli : How long has it been since you fell asleep? Oh, well, you might not know but Zhongli does. It's been hell lot of time. But the man, as calm and collected he is, even when a random stranger is leaning on to his shoulder in deep slumber, he didn't react. Zhongli, understood how tired you might have been since you basically fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder. He didn't move an inch, just in case he wakes you up. Maybe the calm and collected man has lost some of his calmness, resulting in a flustered mess (still collected though mind you) when an old lady commented on both of you, "Such a lovely couple you both are. I had my time like this too, with my husband, before we both got married." Ok but, it would not be justice if I say you both, Zhongli and you, looked any less than a couple. God, date already <3. Ok facts aside, Zhongli did tell the old woman that you both were not dating, which he got a reply, "Oh, my apologies for assuming that. But, saying from experience, you both should give it a try if you both happen to be single, haha." Ok but that's facts. You woke up to see Zhongli, with red tint all over his cheeks. You immediately apologized for your doing. Don't be surprised if the next day you see the same man waiting for you in the train, keeping a seat for you.

note: might have lost creative brain juice for zhongli's part <\3

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Snowed In With You: Chapter One

Mark Lee x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and the boys set off on your road trip to Chenle's cabin, and when you finally arrive, rooms are assigned. Chenle, realizing that there are lot's of things he needs to make this trip perfect, takes some of the boys on a grocery run, leaving you and Mark alone.

Word Count: 1.1K

"Where's my coffee!?" Jaemin whines towards the front of the car, he and I being seated in the last row of the van.

"Here take it! Shut up now." Renjun yells back as he passes the drink to Jisung, who's sitting in between Chenle and Jeno. Jisung then hands it to Jaemin.

Jaemin relaxes in his seat as he begins sipping on his deadly eight-shot americano. He holds the cup with two hands like a baby would a bottle, "Do you want some?" he asks me with wide eyes, angling the cup towards me.

"I'll pass, Jaem. Thanks though." I give him a smile that he returns, happily going back to his drink. Mark chuckles from where he sits on the other side of me.

I sit scrolling through my phone as some Michael Jackson song plays in the background, "The driver gets full aux privileges" Haechan had said when we first got into the car. We've been driving for about two hours now. What Chenle had failed to mention when he was promoting this lovely holiday trip was that his cabin was four hours away from Seoul. Four. Hours. Four hours of listening to Renjun and Haechan's endless bickering from the front seat; four hours of listening to Chenle and Jisung's bickering from the second row; and four hours of Jaemin resting his head on my shoulder, babbling on about anything and everything as he experiences his caffeine high. Occasionally reaching in front of him to bother Jeno, who's sitting quietly, playing a mobile game.

Suddenly curious, I peek next to me at Mark's phone, wanting to see what his car ride pastime is. He's typing something, it appears to be a poem of some sort, but before I can read it, he's closing the tab and going to scroll though his Instagram. My eyes quickly move back to my own phone screen, worried that he might've caught me snooping. The way that he leans closer to me and cocks his head as he looks at my phone screen lets me know that he did, "Sorry," I say softly, my embarrassment clear.

"Don't be, you're totally fine. Some people just can't control their nosiness, you know my friend Johnny is like that." Mark gives me a teasing smile, his playfulness clear on his face. I scrunch my nose as I look away from him, busying myself with something else.

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"I love the smell of money!" Renjun says as we enter the Zhong cabin. High ceilings, with windows that reach them all the way from the floor; huge leather couches; a perisan silk rug that certainly cost more than my rent. The thought of spilling something on any of the furniture here terrifies me. I halfway expect a maid to come out of the shadows, accompanied by bellhops offering to take our luggage to our rooms.

"Me too!" Haechan chimes in as he drops his bags and launches himself onto the couch.

"I'm glad you guys like it," Chenle says as if there was any doubt in his mind. How could anyone dislike this? "There's four rooms down here and three upstairs. Y/N will have her own room of course, so one of you guys will have to share." Chenle explains.

"How about you and Jisung share?" Jeno offers. Renjun and Haechan nod their heads at that.

"You know I like the way you think." Renjun says, squeezing Jeno's shoulders.

"If you think his brain's so sexy then you guys can share a room." Jisung replies.

"I second that notion. I'm obviously getting my own room, seeing that it's my cabin and all."

"And so it was written," Mark says, "I call upstairs."

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A view hours have passed since we've gotten here, and we have all been unpacked. Haechan and Renjun & Jeno taking the other rooms upstairs, while Chenle, Jisung, Jaemin, and I take the ones downstairs.

My room is massive, far too big to be occupied by just one person. The thought of this house being empty for most of the year is insane, if I was Chenle, I'd convince my family to rent it out during the year.

"Are there any streamers here?" Chenle yells from down the hall, I peek out of my room to see him rummaging through the shelves of the hall closet.

"I love how you're asking us when this is your house," Renjun yells from the living room.

"Shouldn't you know what's in your own house, Chenle?" Jisung adds.

"You should really know what's in the house and what's not before just you go around inviting people," Haechan scuffs loudly as if Chenle has just asked the most ridiculous question in the world.

"Why are you guys attacking him like that, stop it" Mark laughs as he comes down the stairs.

"They're so mean to me Mark, do you see how they treat me?" Chenle puts on a huge pout, sniffling dramatically.

"Aww, poor baby," Jeno says as he comes over to Chenle and rests his head on his chest, "It's gonna be okay, we'll get you some streamers. Anything else you need?"

Chenle wanted to have two parties over the course of this trip: one for Christmas, and one for New Years. And yet he made no arrangements to get any decorations beforehand.

"Cookie mix, snacks, confetti canons, and all the things for Christmas dinner," Chenle lists off his holiday necessities.

"I need markers, " Renjun yells.

"I want ice cream" says Jaemin as if it isn't 30°F outside.

"Skis."

Everyone's head snaps to Jisung. "You came on a ski trip without having skis?" I ask him.

"I didn't know what kind to get," He defends.

"Well I'm only getting the things that I need, so anything extra you'll have to get yourselves. I'm leaving in five." Chenle goes to living room to retrieve his coat and hat before making his way towards the door.

"Wait for me!" Jisung says.

"Me too." Renjun adds.

Jaemin grabs Jeno's hand and leads him out the door with him, despite Jeno not expressing need for anything. Haechan gets up from where he sits on the couch as well.

"Haechan, where are you going?" Mark asks.

"I want an adventure," Haechan spreads his arms out as he walks out the door, closing it behind him.

"Guess it's just us, then," Mark sits down where Haechan was previously sat and looks over at me.

"Yep, just us..." I cross my hands behind my back as I look back at him, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. We stare at each other for a moment, neither of us quite knowing what to do next. We both seem so cautious for some reason.

All of a sudden, Mark breaks the eye contact, and I can't tell if that makes things more or less awkward. He turns on the TV and flips through the stations a bit before deciding that nothing better was on than the evening news, "I'm sure they won't be gone long."

Prologue ⇐ ➠ Chapter 2

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[qsphyxias]

𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

if you read yaoi/bl as a straight (cis) woman, do not interact! i am serious, i have blocked so many people, and am very uncomfortable at this point! leave me alone!

synopsis ; reader always felt like he was always the second priority and unimportant to people, but kirishima proves him wrong

warnings ; male (he/him) reader, angst, short and a bit rushed because i was crying while writing this and it was just random inspiration so kinda no plot, hurt/comfort fic, idk what to describe what s/o is feeling? maybe like- feelings of unworthiness or something? idk reader is just sad, fluff at the end, mention of marriage.

note; no one's ever thought about me, this realization hit me today. no one ever cared, no matter what i did for them or what i did for myself, it was never enough. but that out of the way, this goes out to all those sad hoes out there that feel the same!

words ; 0.6k +

⊱ ───── {⋅𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗹 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲 - 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝘀𝗲⋅} ───── ⊰

"oh! s/o! i forgot to show you something, i saw this meme a week ago, and it totally reminded me of you! all i could think about all week, was showing you! god, it sucks that exams took us apart for so long."

"but at least i get to hang out with you now!" kirishima smooched you quick on the lips before pulling away and scrolling his album for the meme he saved, taking tiny peaks at your facial expression to make sure you were still invested. he giggled, murmuring something about how the cat looked just like you when you were eating those fire noodles— before he paused, phone slipping out of his limp hands unknowingly as he noticed your distracted expression.

he crawled over to your side, grasping your hand with his rough one to try and bring you back to earth. "why do you look so sad, s/o? did i do something wrong?"

turns out you had zoned out the moment you realized what his words meant. "no. it's just that- well, i didn't think i was the type of person you'd think about." you laughed weakly, swiping the tears that broke your smile.

"what? of course i think about you, you're my boyfriend! and even if you weren't—which i don't think either of us should even think about because we are such a great couple and that would be a tragedy— you're still someone who would definitely occupy my brain 24/7, i mean, look at you! you're a straight-up hottie!"

"c'mere you." kirishima spoke, tone softening as he saw your features break.

you crawled over to him, pushing your head into his stomach as you made an absurd noise. "i'm sorry, 'm not usually like this." you sniffled, eyelashes uncomfortably pushing against your eyelids as you burrowed further into kirishima's torso.

draping his arms on your back, he relaxed and fell back onto the pillows behind him, bringing you down with him.

he craned his neck down to kiss your hair, "pup, you have no idea how much i think about you every single day." he emphasized, words as strong as his resolve.

"you're my motivation to literally do anything ever. whenever i'm having a bad day, i think about you. when i'm not? i'm still thinking about you. the real challenge is thinking about anything else." he grinned as you made the effort to peak up from your spot on his chest.

suddenly though, his smile fell in realization, and he dramatically draped an arm over his eyes, sighing loudly from his lips that curved into a small goofy smile—an indication he was joking. "damn it, s/o. i was saving these for my vows!"

he whined and huffed, blowing air straight into your forehead. "great, now i'm going to have to find new stuff to say when we get totally hitched." kirishima rubbed his hands up and down your back as he pretended to be in thought. "eh, shouldn't be that hard; since you're constantly giving me more things to love about you everyday."

you rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, a small smile shining through your gloominess.

"like how you even look cute when you cry! there! that's one!" kirishima excitedly pointed at your face, genuinely proud of himself for spotting that one out so quickly.

you laughed, as your cheekbones got a little redder—and this time, not from crying.

"kiri, god- you always know what to say. i fucking love you."

kirishima let out a weird, high-pitched giggle before laughing even harder at his own laugh, reaching down to cradle your face and kiss your lips, so he'd muffle his own horse-like laughter.

"nah, that's not it, you're the one that makes it so easy to love you."

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

[adapembroke]

Mercury in Taurus: Building a Second Brain

Lately, I’ve been reading the book Building a Second Brain by Tiago Forte. A second brain is made up of all the apps you use to store information so your physical brain doesn’t have to. Your calendar, your email inbox, your reminders app, your todo list app, all of these are part of your second brain.

Mercury will be going retrograde in Taurus soon, and I’ve been thinking that the timing of my discovery of Building a Second Brain is very apt. Taurus is the sign of embodiment. Mercury in Taurus is embodied thought, and second brains are made of embodied thoughts.

You’ve probably been keeping a second brain for years, even if you haven’t called it that. We are inundated with information all the time, and our brains aren’t evolved to handle it, so we use apps as tools to extend the capabilities of our memories. Building a Second Brain is about learning to use these tools in an intentional and organized way.

In essence, Tiago’s technique is simple: Capture every bit of information that catches your eye. Like early modern gentlemen hoarding beautiful ideas in the chaos of commonplace books, he suggests saving all the information we find important in apps, allowing the chaos to inspire our creativity.

We naturally muse on things that interest us while doing other things. If we capture the insights we form from those musings in our second brain, we will find much of the thinking and research work already done for us by the time we’re ready to act on it.

His solution to information overload may be high tech–the influence of Uranus in Taurus, maybe–but the technique is still embodied, taurean. When thoughts are recorded, they no longer ricochet off each other ephemerally until they vanish. They are given fixed form, a purpose, and something to do.

Mercury in Taurus: Thinking Slow

Taurus is an uncomfortable place for Mercury in the modern world because it is forced to slow down. When Mercury is in the sign of the bull, it ruminates on information like a cow chewing cud.

Mercury’s retrograde in Taurus makes Mercury extra slow, so slow it seems backward. But Mercury in Taurus isn’t “slow” in the sense of “stupid.” It’s slow in the way slow food is slow. Creative. Made from scratch. Wholesome. Allowed all the time it needs for flavors to develop. Caramelized onions rather than the raw ones that make you cry.

Tiago points out that most of the information we consume is created quickly and just as quickly forgotten. It’s as if we spend our days eating nothing but raw onions.

I’ve noticed that when I am on a “raw onion” information diet, I am emotionally overwhelmed and intellectually depressed at the end of the day. My head is full of information, but none of it intrigues me. None of the thoughts filling my head lead anywhere. I have dreams about living in an airport waiting for a plane that never arrives. I wonder if Samuel Beckett spent too much time reading the newspaper when he was writing Waiting for Godot.

The Benefits of Slowing Down

I have naturally found myself slowing down while Mercury is in Taurus. I am two months postpartum, and I have a lot of quiet time while I’m feeding a drowsy infant. At least one of my hands is always occupied, so I can’t do much but watch TV or scroll through my phone.

More often than not, lately, I feel like I’ve already gotten sick of raw content, and I’m hungry for longer reads that require time to digest. I am reading more books. Since discovering Building a Second Brain, I’ve been reading more with projects in mind, adding a few onions to the pot at every feeding time.

The more I move to a slow-information diet, the more often I find myself just looking out the window instead of looking at a screen. My thoughts are interesting to me. They’re going somewhere. I don’t need to be entertained.

Then, later, when my hands are free, I pick up a pen.